I ascend by the Dark spool

the abyss dangles me over Lght

Mother, oh Mother

curse your surveillance

through the fossilized phantasmal umbilical cord

you guessed right

that your Ben Solo still lurks

he's the sleeping weight in my dog-tooth heart

even at the collapse of Han Solo

Father, Father,

you are your own weight

you chose Down

the Force yanks me both way

I chose Up

toward the Constellations of Grandfather

because Up should have stars and suns

that won't blind me

extend your hand toward me

Grandfather,

I feel your phantom metallic hands

lifting me up

but Down still yanks me

toward the blinding Light

my mask can't obscure the Light

but no delays, Grandfather,

I'll be a constellation at your side

no more postponing the ascension.

Father choose his abyss

as I drift in limbo

I'm dangling from a noose

I'm ashamed to let slip

the tears into the abyss of Light

but let the Light evaporate my deficiencies

along with Father

whose heart shriveled in the Light

I'm ascending by the noose

the trick is to halt my lungs

someday, the deprivation of air

will never suffocate me again.